Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Remains,
World's Most,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.